Thursday, July 27, 2006

Ahhhh... yes, that's much better.
















Just gave this here blog a bit of a face lift. The green and white was a bit too jarring, I think.

Now it's blue all the way through. Just like me.

I'm "off"... in a lot of different ways.


In the first, most obvious sense, I'm off work today. I originally put in for just tomorrow and Monday, but since things are slow and I had the time accrued I figured what the hell.

I'm also "off" in the physical sense. For the last couple of days, I've been feeling a bit weird... like a cold wants to start but can't quite get going. Maybe credit the fact that every day I take enough vitamins to bring George Burns back from the dead, or my renewed love of exercise and eating (more or less) healthy. I hope it doesn't get worse, at least, especially since I'm starting this "mini" vacation.

Finally, I'm "off" in the way my great-grandmother used to say people were "touched by God". But if you've read any of my other posts, you probably already guessed that.

So, day off. I haven't done much. I've been slowly packing for the weekend. Getting some laundry done. I went out to the mall briefly around noon so I could hit the bank, drop off a bill in the mail, and grab some lunch. I asked about the new Super-Hero(tm) stamps at the post office - the clerk said they were sold out. I'll try to find them back at home this weekend.

Lunch was at the BK Lounge. I'm convinced the day is quickly approaching when I will be the only person left in this area who's able to speak proper English.

Since I was at the mall, of course I had to pop into EB Games to browse. This used to be my favorite game store in the area - now, not so much. The clerk started talking to me pretty much from the moment I stepped foot inside and would. not. shut. up. Then he shoved a copy of Prey in my hand, so I ended up walking around with it while I looked at other stuff, then put the case back on my way out.

After I got back and did some more laundry, I took the puppy out. Fuck me, it's hot. Probably still not as bad as it is over in CA, but... damn. (As I type this, weather.com says it's 92, with a heat index of 99.)

Just made up a list of stuff I need/want to do this weekend. I'm not sure I'll get it all done. Aside from dog-sitting, I am ostensibly going up to clean a bunch of junk out of my room, since my parents are having both my and my sister's rooms re-painted when they get back from vacation. Let's just say there are quite a few items I've left up there that I'm happy to be able to remove away from prying eyes...

I should say that, despite my bitching, last weekend was not a total loss. I did manage to find the time to head over to one of the two outlets in the greater Lancaster area. I actually worked at Rockvale the summer after I graduated college (waiting for my job in NYC to start in September) and used to consider it to be the better of the two, but now I've flipped - Tanger is where it's at. To wit: last weekend I bought a polo, "summer-weight" chinos, jeans, and a tie at J.Crew, and two ties at Banana Republic. Total for everything: less than $100 (and clothes are tax-free in PA, too). I just might go back this weekend.

Also on the agenda: Clerks II, finally. And Scoop doesn't appear to be playing anywhere close by, so maybe I'll go see Miami Vice. I've also got a Netflix movie to watch, but it's a bit deviant (just like me) so I'm not going to disclose the title.

Now time for some water, and maybe a quick nap before more packing.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

While we're on the subject

of religious fanatics, did anyone catch Bill Donohue's appearance on The Colbert Report last night?

The man comes across as an absolute lunatic. I find it difficult to believe anyone would actually listen to anything he has to say, if that's his ordinary mode of delivery. Don't even get me started on his content.

I firmly believe that The Daily Show and TCR should be required viewing for every American. Yes, they are both quite good at trenchant political satire, but beyond that, where they really shine is when they set their crosshairs on the media, which Colbert did to great effect in his opening salvo last night. The sort of stupid shit TCR highlighted in the mini-montage is why I can't stomach morning talk shows (thankfully I'm always busy getting ready in the AM, so it's not really an issue); unfortunately, that sort of "reporting" has also started to bleed over to the nightly news, which I've stopped watching as well. This is not to say I'm trying to shut out the world, just that the talking heads can't tell me in 22 minutes anything I can't find out online, and minus the Overly Serious Voice-Over of Impending Doom, or the cloying bullshit they tack on at the end of the broadcast to try and make us forget we're staring down the barrel of World War III (largely due to - surprise! - religious fantatics).

Far be it from me to recommend anything put out by Regnery, but a couple of years ago I read Bias at my father's behest. I definitely don't agree with a lot of what Goldstein says (especially with regard to his titular allegation), but I have to admit he makes a vaild point about the current state of TV newscasts. They are well and truly awful; incisive reporting has given way to fear-mongering and press release parroting (for which a good deal of the blame could be placed on the current administration, but that's a subject for another time).

The guarantee of a free press was written into the First Amendment for a reason. The Fourth Estate serves a vital function in a democracy - knowing that they're being watched and reported on is meant to keep our leaders honest, and form a line of defense between us and the encroachment of authoritarianism (it's no accident that many authoritarian regimes around the world - say, in the Mid East, or China - all have state-run media. Of course, we have that here in the US, as well - most know it as "Fox News"). It's a way in which politicians can be called to account in between elections.

I wish the newspeople of this country would remember all that, grow a pair, knock it off with the inconsequential bullshit, and do their fucking jobs.

Currently reading

This.

It is really scary what some people choose to believe about our nation's history, despite the mountains of evidence to the contrary.

I think I'll be ordering this soon.

And then I'm going to cross my fingers that my fellow Americans might actually employ level-headed reason when making their choices at the ballot box in November.

Wishful thinking, I know.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

I take it back. We got off easy.

Compared to CA and a lot of places out west, at least.

Damn. They're roasting like a Kenny Rogers chicken over there.

Over the weekend, MySpace went down because of the heat. I thought I sensed a great disturbance in the Force (that disturbance being millions of teenagers across the country going through simultaneous MySpace withdrawal).

I hope all my fellow blue-staters manage to stay as cool as possible.

Monday, July 24, 2006

An open letter to Senator Clinton on the matter of video games

(Note: I just sent this to Sen. Clinton's office via her official website. I received an auto-response saying that due to the volume of mail she gets from NY residents, she can't respond to messages from non-residents.)

Senator Clinton:

I’m writing to express my concern over your recent demonization of video games.

I realize I’m not one of your constituents (though I may be if the speculation about a White House run in ’08 is correct), and as such you really don’t have to listen to me. But I hope that you will anyway.

I also realize that this is an election year, and that everyone in D.C. is looking for “safe” issues to campaign on. When you start talking about the “evils” of video games, it doesn’t seem like there’s much downside, right? After all, kids can’t vote, and the parents who do (who may not understand the video game rating system as it stands) get scared about their children’s well-being. I’m not a parent myself, but I do understand the protective instinct.

There are a number of points I plan on making in this letter, Senator, but if you take away nothing else from what I say, please let it be this: you should not be campaigning on fear. There is enough genuinely scary stuff going on in the world at large without people manufacturing more fear about relatively inconsequential matters here at home.

The first thing I want to address is the concern that video games lead to violence. I know this a favorite argument of one Jack Thompson, a political bedfellow of yours on this matter. (A bit of digging online might yield some interesting revelations about Mr. Thompson; of particular note was when he called the police on the proprietors of the website Penny Arcade, claiming harassment, when all they had done was make good on a promise Thompson reneged on involving a donation to a charitable cause. I am sure the citizens of Seattle, WA who were getting mugged, shot, or raped at the time are quite enamored with Mr. Thompson’s incredibly important use of police time.) The truth is, no study to date has established an incontrovertible causal link between playing video games and violent behavior. Simple observational evidence supports that. Think for a moment, if you will, Senator: first-person shooter (FPS) games have been around for about fifteen years; the current incarnation of the Grand Theft Auto series (starting with GTA 3, and continuing with Vice City and San Andreas) has been out for five. The latter series has sold millions of copies. Yet, where is the spike in violence, the rampant school shootings, the chaos and anarchy one would expect to find if Mr. Thompson’s hypothesis were correct? Shouldn’t our streets be teeming with millions of wild-eyed murderers, all trained to kill by hours-long sessions of Vice City? In fact, according to recent government statistics, violent crime has been trending downward. Personally, I don’t believe that trend can be entirely explained by tougher policing or zero-tolerance policies. Did you or Mr. Thompson stop to consider that perhaps these games function as an outlet for aggression rather than as a “murder simulator”, as he would have everyone believe? That maybe because people are able to find catharsis in a virtual world, they are less likely to engage in anti-social behavior in the real one?

Second, let’s talk about the ESRB rating system as it stands. I fully acknowledge it isn’t perfect, relying, as it does, on disclosure from the game developers. But I don’t think there is a better system anyone could come up with. This is not the same as deciding on a rating for a two-hour movie, Senator. Some of these games have potentially over one hundred hours of content, and even if those responsible for assigning ratings had the time to play every single game through to completion, the complexity of modern games ensures that they are unlikely to see everything the developers have coded. As for the ratings themselves, they really couldn’t be much clearer. They are right there on the front of the box, and have an expanded explanation of the reason for the rating on the back. Not only that, but the rating is always on the game disc/cartridge itself. Even movies playing in theatres don’t have that sort of immediate warning.

Now, about enforcement. I will absolutely agree that not allowing minors to buy games with mature content is important, but that is a matter for retail chains and parents. The government should not be in the business of drawing distinctions based on the type of media. By that I mean, there are no criminal penalties if a movie chain sells a ticket to an R-rated feature to a 15 year-old, or if Circuit City sells that same teenager a copy of the same movie on DVD, or if Barnes and Noble sells him a copy of a book like American Psycho. So what, if I may ask, Senator, do you believe sets games apart from all those other forms of entertainment? I would argue that, conceptually, there is no difference. And in fact, far from being a mind-rotting, finger-twitching experience, video games (yes, even the violent ones) can train kids to think in impressive new ways (an argument put forth by Steven Johnson in his excellent book Everything Bad is Good for You, which I suggest you read if you haven’t already). I could go on and on about the potential benefits of playing video games, but they’re not really relevant to the point at hand.

Please, Senator, I’m urging you to reconsider your crusade against video games. They are not nearly as bad, either in content or in effect, as you are making them out to be. And they are most certainly not leading to the moral corruption of this nation’s children, which is, as I understand, something they also said back in the 50s about another emerging art form: rock ’n’ roll.

Thank you for your time.

Oh yes... there will be blood.

Blood… and pain. I had lots of both this morning.

First, the blood. Now ordinarily I’m very careful with my razor (contrary to what the commercials would have you believe, there are those of us who enjoy shaving, or at the very least don’t mind it – I prefer being clean-shaven, though I’ve been told I look particularly rugged and sexy when I don’t touch a razor for 2-3 days, and since those adjectives are applied to me so infrequently, I’ve considered trying for that look on a more frequent basis). Today, however – I just don’t know. Not only did I knick myself on the scar under my chin (the one I got from the movie debacle I posted about last week), but I also managed to slice open my ear. And it just kept bleeding and bleeding. Some got on the collar of my shirt, so I had to change (will have to wash it tonight – hopefully it will come out with some bleach). Eventually I was able to staunch the flow and apply a band-aid, but try to picture me standing at the kitchen counter, eating a bowl of cereal with a strip of napkin attached to my ear. This is how my day began.

And the pain. Went to the gym yesterday after I got back from PA. Since I’ve started going more regularly, my body has been bouncing back quicker. However, yesterday I really pushed – did four different weight exercises instead of the usual three, and attempted to run, rather pathetically, on the treadmill. My upper body hurts from all the weight work, and my quads are killing me because of the running. I’m also worried about my knee, which wasn’t feeling too good to begin with. I don’t think I can do the treadmill every time (not worried about the next-day pain so much as my knee), but maybe once in a while when I’m feeling particularly ambitious.

Now I’m back in the office and about to settle in with my tea and start… um… what is it I do, again?

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Wow!

Now I know how I want to spend every Saturday night!

I tell ya, nothing could be better than sitting in traffic for two hours in the rain in Philly, fearing for my life. It was fantastic! Comic-Con in sunny San Diego? FUCK COMIC-CON. Missing Comic-Con lead to the most awesome experience of my life. Why would I have wanted to be surrounded by thousands of fellow geeks, or hear Kevin Smith, or Ron Moore, or Rob Thomas, when I can roll through the ghettos of Philly (which, let's face it, is about 90% of the city), worrying about getting jacked or having a run-in with a random mafioso, who might break my kneecaps then force-feed me cheesesteaks until my stomach explodes?

Okay, I'm done with the bitchy sarcasm. No, last night was not exactly ideal, especially considering what I had to give up. We really did get stuck in traffic, and really did have to roll through the ghetto (and yes, the ghetto makes up a substantial portion of Philly). Dinner was fine - okay, pretty good, actually - I had sesame-encrusted tuna with orange and teriyaki.

Cirque du Soleil, however, was pretty meh. Yeah, the physical feats are impressive, but I still would've rather been in SD with my people. The tent was air-conditioned, barely - it was still quite muggy, and the seats were uncomfortable and close together, so I was pretty sweaty by the end of it. Thankfully I didn't get into a rumble with any clowns (they wisely steered clear of me). And some of the women in the audience were quite lovely, for all the good that did me. A nice distraction before the show and during intermission, I guess.

But the most frustrating thing about it was... how should I put this? The story makes no sense. At one point I leaned over to my sister and said "I get it! Those people dressed in white are supposed to be sperm. The entire show is a statement on stem cell research!" Trust me, it's as good a theory as any other. Even my sister was confused, and she's much smarter than me.

And the worst thing? Apparently a CdS tour is coming through the DC area in October. So we could've gone to that one instead, which meant I wouldn't have had to venture into the mouth of hell, and I wouldn't have had to miss Comic-Con.

If I weren't an atheist, I'd be convinced that God really doesn't like me that much...

Thursday, July 20, 2006

The long nightmare is now over.

Okay, “nightmare” is probably an exaggeration. And it’s not quite over…

Here’s the story (some of you may already know some of this):

The weekend before my birthday earlier this year, I went to a movie (shocking, I know) called Hard Candy. The premise seemed interesting and the reviews were good.

It was good. What I saw of it, anyway.

I was fine until about an hour or so in. Once they got to the castration scene, I really felt like I was going to throw up, so I left the theatre, and sat down on a bench in the lobby. My field of vision was practically all white, and I had a high-pitched buzzing in my ears. Still feeling sick, I decided to try for the bathroom, the door to which was only about 10 ft. away from where I was sitting. I remember trying to step over the velvet rope, and then people were pulling me up off the ground and putting me back on the bench. Not sure how long I was out, but the paramedics arrived quickly. Took my blood pressure, and put an oxygen mask on me. One of the EMTs said my skin was totally drained of color (considering how I’m normally so pasty, I’m not sure how he could tell the difference). I bounced back pretty quickly, but they said they still had to take me to the hospital to get checked out, and that the gash on my chin would probably need stitches.

So, 3 hours and 11 stitches later, I was back home. Later that week, I went in to get the stitches removed. I still have a scar, but it’s not that bad. If anyone asks me about it, I think I'll tell them I got it from an extreme sports wipeout, or maybe while I was saving kittens and orphans from a raging fire. Either sounds more manly and badass than "I'm a pussy who couldn't handle a scene in a movie I was watching."

The good news is that my insurance covered everything. Almost. Since getting the stitches removed was deemed a “non-emergency”, insurance only covered 50%, leaving me with a bill in the amount of… $23.50. The check cleared my account this week. So that part is done.

The only unresolved thread in this particular narrative is that I never got to find out how the movie ended. But I’m going to, dammit, even if it kills me (which, given what’s happened thus far, it very well may). So I’ve added it to my Netflix queue. I intend to watch it lying on the floor (away from any and all hard surfaces and sharp edges) with a bucket at the ready.

Because no movie beats me. Ever.

I'm not even supposed to *be* here today.

By all rights, I should be in San Diego right now.

This weekend is sort of a perfect storm of geekiness, and I’m missing it so I can spend a few hours in a tent with clowns. (Goddamn clowns.) At least the tent is air-conditioned. Or so I've been told. It's possible I'm being lied to. It's happened before.

Anyway, I posted about this at length on MySpace a few weeks ago (link coming later – I can’t access that site while I’m at work - here ya go). Suffice it to say that while I readily acknowledge CdS is impressive, unless there’s a chance of having sex with a contortionist, I’m not particularly interested in seeing it live.

Meanwhile, I’m missing out on a shit-ton of cool stuff at Comic-Con. Watching G4’s “live” coverage (they’ll be live, but I won’t be seeing it until Sunday – thank you, TiVo - since I’ll be traveling when it’s on, and even if I weren’t, it’s airing at 8PM EDT on a Friday, by which time I’m usually out of my mind on Kahlua and looking for action down at the docks) simply won’t be the same as actually being there.

On top of that, Clerks II comes out tomorrow. I’ll have to delay gratification on that until next weekend (when I’ll be house/dog-sitting back home and won’t have much else to do – Lancaster, PA isn’t exactly known for its nightlife). I can barely contain myself. Seriously, I think I just peed a little.

Speaking of peeing, there’s the pissing match going down between Kevin Smith and bitchy drama queen Joel Siegel. Go here and here for various takes on what went down. If Siegel really didn’t like it, he should’ve kept as quiet as possible about it – he’s been in the business long enough (“30 fucking years”, apparently) to know that any publicity is good publicity. If nothing else, his outburst and the subsequent controversy simply raises awareness of the film. Well played, Siegel!

Also out this week – Lady in the Water. Okay, Sixth Sense was pretty decent, Unbreakable was tolerable (at best), and Signs was wretched and completely useless – the cinematic equivalent of prison rape, in that afterwards I felt dirty and used, and not in the good way. As such, I felt no compulsion to see The Village, and from what I hear I didn’t miss much. I don’t think I’ll be checking out “Night’s” new one, either.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Let me go, I'm only letting you down

Although I've heard Ryan Adams can be quite a dick at times, fuck me that guy can write.

This is perhaps my favorite thing ever.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

More pondering.

In Batman/Superman fanfic, would Batman (assuming, of course, he is the "top") need to wear a kryptonite-laced condom in order to penetrate the Sphincter of Steel?

Oooooof.

If you know one thing about the D.C. area, it should be this: during the summer, it tends to get hot. Really hot.

Part of that is, of course, due to seasonal changes - it's summer, it's supposed to be hot. But part of it is also due to geography. This area was basically built on a swamp. (Those of you who follow the goings-on on Capitol Hill might say that it still is a swamp, just in a more metaphorical sense; I find myself unable to effectively argue against that point.)

But regardless of why... it's hot. And apparently it's going to be especially bad this week. Including today.

For the past ten days or so, we've been locked into a weather pattern which has, among other things, resulted in what is known in meteorological circles as "nasty fucking humidity" (you'll never hear weather people say that, of course - it's sort of like The Aristocrats, but for PSU grads). And it shows no sign of abating at least until the weekend, if then.

Now, I "lived" in Mississippi for a few years (stories of which could fill multiple blog posts, but that's for another time). I dare say the summers here are nearly as bad as they are there, where the heat hits you like a brick in the face when you walk outside and the humidity quickly diminishes your ability to breathe (and, on the worst days, possibly even your will to live).

So yeah, I'm going to be indoors for as much as possible over the next few days. The weekdays are definitely the worst, since not only am I forced to go outside in order to go to work, but I have to do so in multiple layers in order to conform to some fascist "dress code". I hate wearing pants. Damn The Man.

Friday, July 14, 2006

So, I guess that's that.

Yesterday was pretty bad. Today things got a bit worse.

Just checked the website of a company that had posted a position I was interested in. The posting has been taken down - I guess it's already been filled.

Starting to realize I may just be past the event horizon on this one - I will never be able to escape to something I actually find interesting and fun...

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Movies

I decided to steer well clear of the multitude of multiplexes in my area this past weekend, as I didn’t want to catch anything from the legions of Pirates fans (goddamn scurvy) keen on seeing Orlando “I’ve Got Creepy Facial Hair” Bloom and Keira “My Jaw Can Cut Glass” Knightley attempt to emote. Instead I saw Wordplay at the local Landmark, and Murderball from Netflix. I think I’ve had my fill of documentaries for a while…

WordplayI wasn’t wrong. It was really good, and really funny, and a good deal less awkward than the sort-of-similar Spellbound. You really appreciate the amount of thought that has to go into making the puzzles. (Related to my previous post: I found myself wondering during the film if anyone had ever monitored the brain activity of some of these crossword experts while they completed puzzles – something tells me it wouldn’t be all that different from the cortical activity of someone playing a really intense video game.) Two things I took away from the theatre: a) I heart Jon Stewart (he was very funny, especially something he said at the end of the flick, which I won't ruin for you), and 2) I really, really, really wish Bill Clinton was still President.

Murderball – good, maybe borderline great. Definitely interesting enough. At the very least it was quite inspirational in showing how these guys have gotten around a major physical impairment, but the filmmakers managed never to condescend or patronize. The “nemesis” (that’s a nice way of saying “asshole”) of the movie reminded me of a wheelchair-bound, slightly less pudgy Steve Ballmer (replace “Developers!” with “Canada!” and add a lot of cursing and you get the idea of this guy's intensity).

Two books everyone needs to read RIGHT NOW.

Genocidal stupidity, indeed.

It won't rot your brain. Far from it, in fact.

Sore.

Still sore from the gym. I pushed too hard this weekend. Yesterday was worse, though. I think I might go down after work and at least ellipticize for a bit. Hopefully my muscles will be healed enough by Thursday to do some more weights.

I've determined that while I may be a loser, at least I can be a loser with killer abs. It's good to have goals, you know?

Monday, July 10, 2006

Ponderings

Why does Thurston Moore still look like a gawky seventeen-year-old, even though he's nearly 50?

Why do people keep insisting that Napoleon Dynamite is a good movie?

In my office, got my tea. Let's blog.

Something I forgot to post last week - from Opinion Journal (via The Washington Times):

"Putting aside all judgments and conclusions, all umbrage, outrage and indignation, and all debates on who was most responsible for the Enron scandal — putting all those weighty and legitimate concerns aside — isn't it obvious that Ken Lay died of a broken heart? We forget that people do, or at least I forget, but they do. "His life was broken and would never be healed. Or if it was to be healed it would happen while he was imprisoned, for the rest of his life, with four walls to look at. All was wreckage around him. He died, of a massive coronary. But that can be another way of saying broken heart.

I'm not usually one to rejoice in the death of others, but does anyone really feel bad this fucker is no longer sharing our air? Are we supposed to consider his death a tragedy, feel sorry that he "died of a broken heart"? This man presided over the country's biggest corporate scandal to date; if there was "wreckage [all] around him", it was his greed and arrogance that did the wrecking. He ruined countless lives, and affected many more - the company's investors; Enron employees, who bought the line they were fed by the execs (many of whom were also investors, holding a large portion of their nest eggs in Enron stock); not to mention energy consumers who paid exorbitant prices due to Enron's market manipulations. The aftershocks of this are going to be felt (at the very least on a micro level) for years, perhaps even decades, to come.

So no, I won't be "putting aside" my outrage in order to shed any tears for Ken Lay. In fact, I hope he rots in hell.

Friday, July 07, 2006

They're idiots, one and all.

Let’s see… some parents, in order to prevent unwanted sexual activity, are doing things to their daughters now which may have terrible effects in the long run.

Now, where have I heard that before? And I'm sure a good number of these conservatives probably consider themselves much more educated and "civilized" than the average Cameroonian. Yet, when it comes right down to it, they're doing the exact same thing.

To borrow from Russell, this is why I am not a Christian. I’m really tired of their antiquated notions regarding sexuality. When the hell are they going to come to their senses and realize sex is a biological drive, just like the need to eat, drink, or find shelter from the elements? Sure, maybe it can be put off longer than those others, but people can only hold out so long. I know the fundies don’t like to think about it (“Intelligent” Design, anyone?) but humans are, in fact, animals. Animals start copulating as soon as they’re able – is it really all the surprising that humans might actually want to, too?

Let's talk movies.

So, the Pirates of the Caribbean sequel opens today. Eh. I’m undecided on this one. The first movie was okay, I guess – Johnny Depp was, of course, phenomenal, and Keira Knightley is so very pretty to look at, but the rest… it was fluffy amusement, not much more. It wasn’t even a right good swashbuckling tale, in my opinion (hmmm… buckles… reminder to self: oil leather prior to appointment with Madame Olga this weekend). I'm not all that into pirates to begin with - I definitely come down on the side of the pajama-clad brothers in the eternal "pirates vs. ninjas" debate. I certainly can’t be numbered among those who really really really loved the first one (I have some of those people in my family, btw – they even went so far as to name an adopted kitten “Jack Sparrow”), and so I feel no special drive to see the second, especially with the middling reviews it’s been getting.

I’ve committed to going to see Wordplay tomorrow. I’m not big on crosswords (I only recently got into Sudoku after purchasing Brain Age for the DS), but I love documentaries in general, and it’s got Jon Stewart in it, so how bad can it be? It will at least be less uncomfortable to watch than Spellbound, I’m sure.

I’m eager to see A Scanner Darkly, but unfortunately it’s not playing around here this week. Dammit.

Next week, Little Man comes out. At this point I’m convinced that the continued existence of the Wayans Bros. (or, at the very least, the fact that they’re still allowed to make movies) is more than enough proof that there is no God.

Following that, Clerks II. Kevin Smith returns to form after his weird little Jersey Girl diversion. Can’t fucking wait. Snootches.

In August – Snakes on a Motherfucking Plane. Got my first look at the theatrical trailer when I was back home over Memorial Day, seeing X-Men 3 with some friends. When it was done, I looked over at my one friend and was like “Fuck yeah.” To which he replied “Only if you pay me.” Which I agreed to do. He’s going whether he likes it or not. In the end, he will thank me.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Ummmm....

Yep. He might actually be crazier than Yeltsin.

If you offer me a scone, so help me…

Just finished my afternoon “cuppa”. Now I’m feeling pretty warm. Almost uncomfortably so. Even though it’s cooled down somewhat from the last few days, this is still D.C. in July, after all, and my (windowless) office has piss-poor air circulation.

I was ardently anti-non-cola-caffeinated-beverage for most of my life (okay, that’s not entirely true – I was on a cappuccino kick for a while in college – my mom even used to send me Irish Crème capp mix in care packages that I would mix with water heated up in the communal microwave and drink out of a cool C3P0 mug, now broken). Until a few months ago, that is. I got sick of just drinking water at work and decided to start using the Flavia machine in the pantry. Hey, it’s free and I was bored.

The first day didn’t go so well. A cup of coffee, followed pretty quickly by some tea, then a soda at lunch (I’ve since moved to mostly non-caffeinated brands), then another cup of tea. As you can guess, I was a jittery mess by 3, and probably didn’t get to sleep until 3 in the morning. Bad, stupid move.

As with most things, moderation is key, so I decided not to do that much again. I was drinking 2 cups of coffee a day for a while, then started to alternate coffee-tea, and now I just drink tea. Now, I’ve never really liked tea. I still don’t, actually (though hot tea is, for whatever reason, more palatable than iced). But, it’s good for you, and if I can get more healthier just by drinking something, I’ll do it.

Speaking of healthy, I recently resumed a) getting fresh fruit at Whole Foods (expensive, but they have the best quality stuff in this area by far) and 2) going to the gym (still sore after my trip on Tuesday – I should be close enough to “normal” to go on Saturday AM before settling in to watch the women’s final at Wimbledon – sorry, Maria). Soon I will be an Adonis. Just you wait.

(If you’ve ever seen a picture of me, you will find that last line hysterically funny.)

If you've never seen it

What the hell are you waiting for?

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Wow

Just trying to get through this article made my head hurt.

As if the bastardization of written language via the internet and text messaging wasn't bad enough...

Good riddance

See you in hell, asshole.

I really can't tell you

Just how much I love The Onion.

Back in the office

After a long vacation/holiday.

Going through my link list, I came upon the Washington Times.

Now, I really hate the WT. It's horribly biased to the "right", and owned by maniacs. However, they do occasionally have articles of interest. Like this one.

I am incredibly jealous. I wish our department would get some scantily-clad interns. But no, our HR department seems to only want to hire dumpy middle-aged women. Though maybe that's a good thing. It's not like I'm not sexually frustrated enough already...